I am from ink in a pen, to letters on a page, from fantasies to history. Stories on a page. I am from the bible where my belief stands, tall and proud. I am from dirt and grass stains, from growing on trees so tall, taller then me. I am from old adventures, from dragons and spells where I have one upon myself, one I cannot remove, from quest to quest to remove it, but no matter how hard it will not go away so I'm stuck with being gawky, for the rest I am to live. I am from my own little world where I can do what I like with no judgmental insults. Daydreaming on clouds full of dreams, dreams that tell what is to come. And what has happened before. From memory's fading fast I try with all my might to grasp on, and when they fade away I'm alone. Longing for home I want to go home and never leave I've been away to long. If home's where my heart is then I'm out of place. Wanting to be with God, who made me. ... I'm from the Seasons. I am Winter, cruel, the differance a snowflake has. I am Spring, I bloom into a new me every May, the April rain is fresh and cool. I am Summer, my temper is blazing hot, I am swift as a stream, and I can have sunshine joy. I am Autumn, the strength and stubborness of the wind, and the color of bright copper leaves Autumn, is what I am.
Flor Guillen Rodriguez
I am from ink in a pen, to letters on a page, from fantasies to history. Stories on a page.
I am from the bible where my belief stands, tall and proud.
I am from dirt and grass stains, from growing on trees so tall, taller then me.
I am from old adventures, from dragons and spells where I have one upon myself, one I cannot remove, from quest to quest to remove it, but no matter how hard it will not go away so I'm stuck with being gawky, for the rest I am to live.
I am from my own little world where I can do what I like with no judgmental insults. Daydreaming on clouds full of dreams, dreams that tell what is to come. And what has happened before.
From memory's fading fast I try with all my might to grasp on, and when they fade away I'm alone.
Longing for home I want to go home and never leave I've been away to long.
If home's where my heart is then I'm out of place.
Wanting to be with God, who made me.
...
I'm from the Seasons.
I am Winter, cruel, the differance a snowflake has.
I am Spring, I bloom into a new me every May, the April rain is fresh and cool.
I am Summer, my temper is blazing hot, I am swift as a stream, and I can have sunshine joy.
I am Autumn, the strength and stubborness of the wind, and the color of bright copper leaves
Autumn, is what I am.